GLASS EYED IDOLS

Fake prophets and holy alibis
The rats in the walls wear suits and ties
Bullet holes in the tv screen
Bought a new cure, sell us the disease

Oh, bite the bullet
Spit out the sun
You say that we're not fucked
But yet, I got a feeling that the worst is yet to come

Built a chapel out of broken bones
Preaching salvation just to die alone
Another Star caught, gonna get out soon
Your God's on sale, 5 star review

Oh, bite the bullet
Spit out the sun
You say that we're not fucked
But yet, I got a feeling that the worst is yet to come

A love song playing on a guillotine
Sold your soul for a discounted dream
Glass eyed idols, they crack and fade
So who you gonna look up to today?

Oh, bite the bullet
Spit out the sun
You say that we're not fucked
But yet, I got a feeling that the worst is yet to come